I don't know what it is about your eyes,
I don't know what it is about your mouth (lips)
that dominates my cravings (desires)
and turns my blood crazy.
I don't know how I wound up loving you
nor how you I went onto adoring,
wishing for death a thousand times
when upon you I am not gazing.
At night when I lay myself down
to god I ask I forget you
and at dawn I awake
only just to adore you.
What influence your lips hold
that when they kiss me I tremble?
They make me feel like a slave
and master of the universe.
At night when I lay myself down
to god I ask to forgive you
and at dawn I awake
only just to adore you.
What influence your lips hold
that when they kiss me I tremble?
They make me feel like a slave
and master of the universe.